I’ve posted about the Adonis, who I’m realizing now is perfect in every way. This is a tale of the Adonis and me.
He was in the room observing and hadn’t scrubbed. I was circulating and had just plugged in suction and bovies when I looked around the room for the chart so I could call the time-out. He either must have seen what I was doing or decided to announce it before it was missed. He said, “I have the chart. I was going to use it as a drawing tablet throughout the case, if that’s okay.” I went over stood next to him and kind of leaned in to peek. I said, “I need the consent for the time-out.” He said that was no problem and he’d get that for me.
One thing, I’m fresh and sarcastic. I have to be. It’s helped me survive in this environment, chiefly in the toughest, most merciless specialty which is General. When he started to flip through the chart to look for the consent, I said it. It just came out since that’s my MO of work behavior. “Where it says ‘Consent’,” I said sarcastically referring to the tab that says ‘Consents’ on it that he hadn’t noticed. Since I was kind of behind him and yet alongside, I could see his face around the loose edge of his mask and he smiled and nudged me with his arm in a brief camaraderie moment.
There are such things as miracles because it was nothing less than a miracle of the truest kind that I didn’t pass out, freak out, or cry out just then. It’s the friendliest he’s ever been since he’s been here a little while and has had time to settle in. But that doesn’t make it easier for me since he’s still unbelievably gorgeous and now I’m finding out, nice, gracious, humorous.
One word of warning to the Adonis: Do not touch me again. Do not look at me. I can’t think, I can’t breathe when you look at me. Unfortunately, I need this job so I can pay rent. If you keep getting cuter and cuter, I’m in trouble. You’re in trouble. I’ll lose my mind and do something and I’ll get fired and possibly booked for assault. Do not ever again touch me.
I have never in my life enjoyed work like I do now. It’s enough just to have him there to look at throughout the day. His face makes me happy.
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